#❝ a. liddell ❞ ┆ lost girlhood verse ┆ i'm afraid i can't explain myself !

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@gareththegreat - gareth gets a starter !

she meets gareth at the local arcade. he's like, really good at a little bit of everything, and always seemed pretty funny to talk to. the kind of person alice didn't mind wasting hours asking them millions of questions, about anything, and everything, and for his part, at least, gareth didn't really seem to MIND, even if he was a little bit bewildered by the intensity of her interest.

alice moves to hawkings without pomp nor circumstance, plopped amongst class in the middle of the year. but she's happy to see a FAMILIAR FACE amongst the sea of people watching her as she swung into her seat besides him, arms framing out where she stretches, dreamily, as if only having finally woken up. "i didn't know we were the same age! oh - that's the question i forgot to ask!"

- @gareththegreat

#gareththegreat #❝ threads ❞ ┆ the revolution will be televised ! #❝ a. liddell ❞ ┆ interactions ┆ i wonder which way i ought to go ! #❝ a. liddell ❞ ┆ lost girlhood verse ┆ i'm afraid i can't explain myself !

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@444fm - adonis and aries get a starter bc my bestest hoe is back !

she never thinks she'll end up in a place like this. where sweat runs down every glass, where her sunglasses fog the moment she steps out into the muggy heat of it. how girls in sundresses dominate the yellowing lawns, boys in their jeans and their pale skin burning and blistering, or how people pile into the churches here, looking for salvation and redemption at once. that alice is here is truly a mystery, but perhaps, as she tells the others here with her voice as WARM AS HONEY, it's fate. god puts her here to help them, to guide them. and so too, is adonis and aries, there to show them the true light of what could provide to them a new lease upon life, safety, within the garden of god's light.

it takes almost nothing at all to convince those around them that they have within them the light of WHAT'S HOLY - regardless of how indecently they lead their lives, so long as they could parrot the lines, what else mattered? they'd found their sheep, and all they needed was a shepherd, a guard dog, and someone to play the maiden, and between the three of them, had they not the right stuff? for people like this, weened on poison, their presence was a comfort, their church a confirmation of their own twisting ideals, and desire to be a part of something far greater than these pathetic souls ever deserved.

the boys tells her once - IT'S SAFER TO BE FEARED THAN LOVED.

and she takes that to heart. after all, haven't they found each other in the most unsafe of situations? she's nobody when they find her, they scrape her from the side walk and make her somebody. and she'll love them, feverish and awfully, until she dies. that's a fact for her, even if they're taking her to places like south carolina in the midst of heat waves and endless summers, even when what they're doing is dishonest and terrible. IT OWNED HER. because these were the lies they told together, the grift that they'd crafted, in their own desire to be something. alice, who looks back at them now with her smile painted bright over pink-glossed lips, the very picture of girlishness as demanded by her position.

"should i lock up then? the last of them left already." their hallowed ground is empty - they are all that REMAIN.

- @444fm

#444fm #❝ threads ❞ ┆ the revolution will be televised ! #❝ a. liddell ❞ ┆ interactions ┆ i wonder which way i ought to go ! #❝ a. liddell ❞ ┆ lost girlhood verse ┆ i'm afraid i can't explain myself !

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@chmerical - cc gets a camp starter !

summertime! and THE LIVING'S EASY, or so it feels when alice sees that name pop up at the top of her phone. how alive she sits, within the home she's cloistered within, gaze slipping to her sister's own before she's off chasing something important, like... getting over to the camp. where she knows she's not meant to be, knowing that the church might go looking for her, but let them wonder about their prophet...

she was on a mission FOR LOVE, and nobody could stop her now!

chest all tight as she runs onto the doc to see them now. that there they sit beneath the moonlight, darling as ever, alice jumping there into their arms, all long limbs and messy kisses, that missing that pulls at a LONG HELD LONGING within her chest. "you're back, you're back, you're back-" her words muffled against their cheek, their hair, hands there to cusp at their cheek. "my darling charlie cat-"

- @chmerical

#chmerical #❝ threads ❞ ┆ the revolution will be televised ! #❝ a. liddell ❞ ┆ interactions ┆ i wonder which way i ought to go ! #❝ a. liddell ❞ ┆ lost girlhood verse ┆ i'm afraid i can't explain myself !

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[ jealousy ] from niko to alice lmao

valentines day prompts ( accepting ) + @wndrbcy // nico [ jealousy ]  to get jealous that my muse has a different valentine

Valentine's Day! It's just another day where Leo likes to go ALL OUT and show off in his own way. Which, with Alice meant that he was buying too much and being so extra, but honestly? It's what made him happy, and she'll wrap herself within his arms and press her cheek to his own in an encouraging manner and tell him what a sweet boy he was in that honeyed tone of hers, like the troubled girl she could be.

And doesn't that make Nico seethe? It's only funny in how transparent she was with her jealousy, that she couldn't simply keep it to herself, no, she had to bite, and groan, and protest, and GNASH HER TEETH at the idea of it. Or seeing them, how every time there'd be a muttered comment beneath her breath, which was really all just a waste of energy. Even without her here... Leo really never looked at her that way, did he?

She sees it there from where her head angles from where she's draped casually within his embrace. A more VICIOUS SMILE forming on her lips as her fingers slipped through his hair, in purposeful movements. "I love you~" she murmured, enough for Leo to prickle beneath the intensity of her affection. Gaze kept locked in with Nico's own, as if to drive home the point. "Should we get out of here?"

#wndrbcy #❝ a. liddell ❞ ┆ lost girlhood verse ┆ i'm afraid i can't explain myself ! #❝ a. liddell ❞ ┆ meme reply ┆ though she very seldem followed it !

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[ chefs kiss ] leo to Alice

valentines day prompts ( accepting ) + @wndrbcy // leo to cook my muse their favourite meal

It's funny, the difference between EXPECTATION AND EXECUTION. Leo just assumes that Alice is his Valentine's... which is, dramatically, correct. Even with the nebulous and unspoken boundaries and lines drawn about the both of them, they're on tour, and he's still entertaining his impressive roster on the side, and what's she to care?

Even on a romantic day like this, she thinks, that's for lovers who are lovers alone, but it's always been spectacularly complicated for the both of them, and frankly? She wouldn't have it ANY OTHER WAY. Leo, her fickle little darling, who shows his love in ways that she finds more funny than anything ( all those gifts he gives hang like a warning within her space, a permanent presence there ).

Which is why this? This is sweeter and more personal than anything he's ever done for her, telling her to come over to his room only to find the familiar smell of gaeng daeng in the air, eyes widening as she took a seat, and Leo proclaimed oh-so-proudly that he'd MADE IT HIMSELF - which she believes from the way his hands are red and a little bit burnt in places. Gathering them in her own to press a kiss to each fingertip, and then, to her own cheek. "I love it." a word she uses so freely with him. "And I love you for this."

#wndrbcy #❝ a. liddell ❞ ┆ lost girlhood verse ┆ i'm afraid i can't explain myself ! #❝ a. liddell ❞ ┆ meme reply ┆ though she very seldem followed it !

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five times safe:      ( five times the receiver felt safe because of the sender ) - cc @ alice !

5 times ... meme ( no longer accepting ) + @chmerical // cc

The foster family they place her with is like. Terrifying. And Alice? Well, she doesn't really know how to be just yet. Still caught up in the nightmares of the things that she's seen, wrought with the guilt of survival where the rest of her family had not made it, it extinguishes the brighter girl that she'd been before this moment. Those AWFUL MOMENTS of awareness that hit her now - knowing that she's going to be sent away someplace else for being so difficult, she wants, so badly, to wake up from all of this as if it were simply some nightmare that had hooked its claws within her tender girlhood. Anything other than this crueler truth in which she would wake within new spaces that felt anything like home. But there's someone else here. They call themselves Charlie, all system hardened and dosed in her old recklessness, she recognises them, sort of, but they'd never yet run into the same circles. How it's one nightmare that hits and, she's startling awake with the jagged sobs left to rack within her chest, finding that Charlie's already climbed into bed with her, half surprised to find their fingers already slotted through her own. The assurance of it just... what she needed in that moment, feeling them stir as she tried to regulate the speedway racing of her breath, the back of her palm rubbing furious at the tears on her face before she settles there into the sheets, back there where they've made a cocoon within her sheets for the both of them, trying to leave herself calm enough to drift off once more.

Alice so rarely feels like she can feel naturally herself. It's one of those things where she's conditioned to a grin, to her madness that's come to grip her soul! But where's the room to feel hurt? Tired? Selfish? There's only enough for it to work within the INSTILLED FRAMEWORK of her femininity, and how frustrating that could feel at times. They're teenagers now, and Alice is fresh off of another disappointment, and there's no tears for it all, just a laugh as she lets something terrible take hold as she holds out a hand to them. "Want to get fucked up?" because it's the most natural thing in the world for them, they're soulmates, aren't they? And Alice, she wants to know what it feels like to shed her skin for a few hours. "Let's do something daring." she suggests, with bright eyes and a smile. Isn't it funny that Charlie's the one to shake their head? And instead do something bold themselves, after calling her their Alice, pulling her closer to press a kiss, a little more clumsy, against the fullness of her mouth. "You don't have to do that to feel better," it's like a promise that they whisper to her, Alice feeling something akin to nerves grasp at her chest, and oh, when's the last time she felt nervous like this? "You don't have to do anything." they repeat. Relaxing after a moment, forehead coming to press against their own, knowing that this is a big moment, isn't it? "... promise?" pinky fingers hook ; a tentative smile from her, this time. "... but what if I want to do that again?" and this time, the both of them laugh, Alice taking them by the hand to drag into less watched corners for the both of them.

Do you know? How hard this is for her. CC knows it, from association, from knowing her as if she were see through. Nobody ever really asks after her, when she's always there on the offensive ; Alice with her endless questions, that game smile equipped to take down the world! But CC's the only one who asks her these things back. What do you dream of, Alice? And perhaps they're the ONLY ONE she feels safe enough to tell, because her dreams are terrible, ugly things. They don't change, do they? From foster homes crowded with kids to expel paychecks, where every moment is one beneath reproachful eyes, and while she's come to learn how to shine on despite it, it's only with CC that the world of it melts away, and she feels good enough to simply exist. Without pageantry nor expectation, wound within the comfort of their embrace as her finger draws against their skin, drawing a prayer, a rune. "... where do we go once we age out?" CC, she thinks, already has space made with Gerald, the green monster of the mountain. But Alice, oh! She wants her freedom too, knowing that despite the nerves attached to it, the invitation that could be there otherwise... freedom demands something different of her, knowing she could trust them enough to not think of this in the worst kinds of ways. "... would you hate it if I found my own place? You'd have the key. Always. I just. Want to know what it feels like."

Alice returns a raving loon. Hysterical and unyielding, she screams and hisses, a terrorist of the worst type as she grabs for things and pushes all away. Except for CC. Oh, how they wait for her so patiently as she cries into her palms about the THINGS SHE HAS SEEN and the monster of the mountain, they don't take away from the fact that she feels it, or say that she's crazy. Everyone left convinced she's off dreaming or hallucinating, that she was making up stories again, as if she hadn't actually gone missing and actually come back affected, unable to sleep unless they were there curled up within the bed with her, her face buried within their chest and begging them to keep the nurses from injecting her with yet another woozy dose of whatever, clinging to them desperately as nails dig, her brown eyes widening, pupils blown out. "Don't let it take me again-" words spat past gritted teeth, burying her face there against their chest, barely able to breathe past the rattling thoughts that swung like a pendulum within her chest, only realising later when she startled awake that she'd even fallen asleep there with them in the first place.

Exhale, her breathing draws shaken, buried there in their room. In a bed that smells just like them, but alone for the moment, teeth digging in against her bottom lip as she half rose, looking around for the signs, or the evidence, of where they've gone. It's quiet... a little too quiet, and there are nerves that still run ragged and raw, gaze flickering around the room, pulling her clothes back from discarded piles along the floor. In the bathroom brushing her teeth when the door bursts open, her smile BLOOMING ON AUTOMATIC as they stroll in, casual as ever, breakfast in hand. It almost spills when she springs, her arms around their neck, her lips kissing every square inch of available skin, she loves them, she loves them, and this is one of the only times things have ever felt right.

#chmerical #❝ a. liddell ❞ ┆ lost girlhood verse ┆ i'm afraid i can't explain myself ! #❝ a. liddell ❞ ┆ meme reply ┆ though she very seldem followed it !

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five times angered to alice 🥸

5 times ... meme ( accepting ) + @wndrbcy // nico five times the sender made the receiver angry

They're so sweet when they first meet. Nico's the one that reaches out to her at first, it's all BRIGHT EYED LOVE and girls supporting girls, which is like, so nice because Alice thinks that she's so cool for what she does. What else could you ask for in new opportunities in life, she thinks. But doesn't it change all too quickly? The moment she meets the rest, the moment Leo looks at her and something sparks, oh oh, she should have seen it clearly, read it like the way you'd divine the future within tea leaves. That the girl was in love with the boy who hardly cared to see her that way, and it's when Alice comes, wide smiles and hands out to take her own as she's leaving their concept meeting that Nico whips her touch away, and Alice feels that sudden sting. Oh. So it was like that then? Something plunging like disappointment in her chest, and then a contemptuous flame licked to life within her chest. A smile that widens, brighter ; blue lenses that blink back, as if nothing happened. How she turns to Leo instead, a smile that looks ready to consume him whole. "Wanna grab a drink?" because knowing people meant knowing just how to fight back.

They play lovers on screen for the video being shot. How Alice flits from person to person, the object of their TEMPORAL AFFECTION, before settling upon the parting shot of her staring, ever so longingly, at Celine's retreating back, the only one with whom hadn't gone chasing after her. And of course, each scene is all too terribly fun to film, and the uniform helps, the idea of schoolyard romances an easy way to plumb the marketing of the song. But Nico, oh, she makes each moment miserable when she can. The pulling of hair, the yanking of her clothes. How she'll mutter the meanest things beneath her breath, to which Alice could only smile, serene, despite the way it grates upon her nerves. But there it comes, when it hits that peak, where she's having her moment aside with Celine, talking about everything, talking about nothing, when she feels cold water poured down over the back of her head, shoulders up, that sudden shock of it there. Whipping round to that stupid expression of contempt on Nico's face, Alice's fury rolling within her mouth until she takes a moment to apparently calm herself, to Nico's apparent gloating victory, before she spits right on her face in response, Alice's laugh an awful, twisting thing.

Right. So that happened. Alice standing in her shorts and nothing else as she looks out the hotel window, palm pressed as she looks to the city. Coming on tour was more of a thing of impulse then planned, that she could dance on stage and have fun with most of the others a treat. But like, everything's about the drinking tonight, they party, they celebrate, it's the LAST SHOW after all. But then there's Nico being her usual self, the brat, the spoilt! And Alice finds herself fuelled by rage, how she kisses her there outside of the club, and Nico, well, she's overwhelmed until they're back at the hotel and she tells her that she'll give her a taste of what Leo loves so much. And didn't that spark the grandest of back and forths? Only now, she knows in a somber, sober way that that was likely not the greatest of decisions, looking behind her as Nico wakes, looking at her with that sudden shock and surprise herself before she managed a fumbling insult, how she wasn't that good, and Alice only smiles. That old anger bubbling back to life within her stomach. Well then. Well.

Alice so rarely ever feels sad! It's better to play as if she was hardly human, because when everything's a game, nobody gets hurts. Do they? Isn't she? Well, she won't let anybody in to know that too well! Even Leo gets a taste, but not the whole meal, that's a complication they prefer to leave for other people, but, she thinks she probably loves him. Which is why when it comes to a particularly SPECIAL DAY, the one that they meet, she puts in the effort. Alice, making tarts worthy of a queen, all jam sticky and sugary warm, it's her way of making something beautiful for the person she holds all too dear. Kept lovely in a box for him back stage, her name spelled in glittery blue on a card for him. They finish up, and Nico's there first, Leo and Alice coming in arm in arm to find her, crumbs on her face and an acidic grin fixed as she tells her that they weren't good enough for Leo, Alice feeling something terrible in her heart, the way her chest contracts in something that feels like anger and sadness in one. A squeeze at his palm. Her smile back at full wattage, as if hardly effected at all. That's how you do it. "Want to celebrate in a more private way then, tonight?" humiliating her perhaps the best offence offered.

Nico knees her in the stomach. Alice bites her at the neck. It's the kind of knock down fight that's been brewing in the making for years now, and it's no surprised when both girls end out bloodied and bruised, Alice's anger glinting somewhere within her gaze as Leo hauls her bodily off of the other girl, eventually. At first he laughs because WHO WOULDN'T, this whole thing is so stupid, so insipid that she's fought it all this time. Nico's nothing but a child, causing trouble for attention - how could she sink this low? But Alice, too, is tired of the disrespect, her teeth bared as they snap and she pulls from the arms that seek to keep her still. "Let me finish this!!!" perhaps the most visibly furious that she's ever been about this whole toxic love affair, forgetting all about the almost-sensual encounter that the other girl had interrupted when laying in wait within their hotel room. "The bitch fucking deserves it!!!"

#wndrbcy #❝ a. liddell ❞ ┆ lost girlhood verse ┆ i'm afraid i can't explain myself ! #❝ a. liddell ❞ ┆ meme reply ┆ though she very seldem followed it !

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@silentlcmb​​ - gabriel !

Alice jumped over that next step taken, over those 1-2-3 hop-scotched markings with long-limbed grace, an arm looping through Gabriel’s own, to PULL HIM ALONG after her.

"What’s with the LONG FACE? Cat got your tongue? Or your newest client being absolutely rotten with you?” her palms stretched to frame his face, squishing it inwards as her brown stitched, before spilling into a laugh. “Don’t be like this, I hate when you’re sad~ what can I do to cheer you up?”

- @silentlcmb​ ( gets a ily starter ! )

#silentlcmb #❝ threads ❞ ┆ the revolution will be televised ! #❝ a. liddell ❞ ┆ interactions ┆ i wonder which way i ought to go ! #❝ a. liddell ❞ ┆ lost girlhood verse ┆ i'm afraid i can't explain myself !

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@wndrbcy - con't for leo ( making this new editor friendly! ) !

She can only hope it's like that. It's not as if it were easy... maybe for Alice, who lived her life as unattached to things as possible, why she never cared for gifts or much of people, she'd love them like a solitary creature, coming and going at her own desire and pleasure. Just ANOTHER STRAY of a person, until him. What was it about Leo that had her all enraptured and caught in the thrall of love, anyways? Maybe they were too alike, maybe it was just the joy of knowing he was just like her and could do as he wanted, but chose one another, regardless. What a rush for the ego, what a feeling for joy. And that atop of it all? Even when faced with something that absolutely terrified her, she'd still chosen him, and this. And now that she had it, Alice couldn't imagine it any other way.

After all, how sweet was it to see him hold her like that? "She just is hungry and knows I'm nothing but a walking, talking source of it. At this rate, she might be worse than you." What a gleam within her glare, her hint of a smile creeping in like always. There's parts of them, she thinks, that won't change for this, because they're still, wholeheartedly, themselves. And that's what she ADORES MOST with him. "Teach you? Please, half the time I want your calm, I feel so jealous... I didn't think it'd be..." hard like this. Different like this? The words don't quite fit it all, a hopelessness that screws her up in ways she didn't think she'd be tripped before, her clever mouth always having the answers to feed but... "... I didn't think I needed to know so much more than I did. If it helps, I feel fucking stupid and useless half the time. I'm just... not falling into pieces because you're here. So. You're pretty fucking important in all this too."

- @wndrbcy

#wndrbcy #❝ threads ❞ ┆ the revolution will be televised ! #❝ a. liddell ❞ ┆ interactions ┆ i wonder which way i ought to go ! #❝ a. liddell ❞ ┆ lost girlhood verse ┆ i'm afraid i can't explain myself !

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@tvstarkuma​ - teddie ! 

Inaba has always been a quiet place - and perhaps she stuck out in a way. The dreamy eyed girl who looked as if she didn’t belong, brought here by parents that had long left for work in the city, grandparents the ones now that tended to her on a day to day. They LOOK AND STARE, but isn’t it a surprise? One day when a boy who looks just like her appears when she’s there at work, the owner’s son touring him around the place along with his friends, but Alice, oh, she can’t help herself, can she?

It’s a little wave that he catches, and later, when she’s manning the cafe as she always does, back he rounds. Alice, dipping back and forth on her oxford shoes, takes A MOMENT to pause and fall into the seat he’s claimed, all on his own, what a proud thing! All bright eyed and wanting to say more, but really, she’s just pleased to see someone new, someone who shines just like her. “Where did all your friends go?” there’s delight embedded upon her tongue, seeped into her words. “Or did you come back to meet proper-like? I’m Alice, by the way. And you are?”

- @tvstarkuma​ ( gets a new follower starter ! ) 

#tvstarkuma #❝ threads ❞ ┆ the revolution will be televised ! #❝ a. liddell ❞ ┆ interactions ┆ i wonder which way i ought to go ! #❝ a. liddell ❞ ┆ lost girlhood verse ┆ i'm afraid i can't explain myself !

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@deeplyflxwed​ - nate !

                        It’s been a LONG NIGHT, hasn’t it?

There’s a banging in her skull that she can’t quite ignore - a sickness that squirms alive within her stomach, and no matter how much she drinks, it hasn’t done a thing to quell the disgruntled emotion that eats at her. God damn it. Another shot, a dance with a stranger; Alice loves to live her life, getting lost and living her life to its FULLEST, but what do you do when real life comes knocking at your door? You answer it, don’t you? And knowing her, it was with a full-fledged, wide smile, unnerving in her directness, not knowing how to be any other way, even if she was intrusively so at times. Take a spin, collapse within a barstool, she’s already got an arm out to catch the eye of a passing bartender that she knows by name, chirping her order, something new every time, met with a half smile, and a discrete nod before they’re off, off, and away. 

But Alice has never been one to want to take to the responsibility of her own actions, she’s 23, and has spent all this time DODGING IT to the best of her ability. But the truth dawns, doesn’t it? Maybe it’s in a familiar face, sat bar side and looking slumped within himself, casting him a halfway glance, haven’t they talked before? She’ll talk to anybody, but he seemed ever so less inclined, Alice leaning over halfway to make conversation in familiar means with old friends here, fingers raised to indicate for two, please! Wouldn’t you? And once it’s all there, tied and arranged and laid out in front of her, she slid the glass to her side, chin tucked in against her open palm, shoulders rolled on back.

"Hope it’s okay I got you one too. Dunno~ seemed like... you kinda needed this.” Short nails TIP TAP against the surface of the bar, despite being sticky, she hardly seemed to care. A heel hooked about the rung of her stool, the lights left to flash behind them but, she isn’t really looking for that right now, no need for a distraction when she could dive into somebody else’s need for one. “Are you... alright? I see you every once in a while but you’ve been coming in way more often lately.”

- @deeplyflxwed​ ( for a ‘therapist vibes’ starter )

#deeplyflxwed #❝ threads ❞ ┆ the revolution will be televised ! #❝ a. liddell ❞ ┆ interactions ┆ i wonder which way i ought to go ! #❝ a. liddell ❞ ┆ lost girlhood verse ┆ i'm afraid i can't explain myself !

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@kostenkos - julie gets a starter !

"no, no, no!" there's a sigh, indulgent but a laugh tinging at the edges of her words, moving in closer to help julie with adjusting her form. as a former cheerleader, she held no doubts that the blonde could follow through at every step. "okay, now to this movement..." alice moves slowly, demonstration EACH PART with more focus than she's typically ever afforded many other things. brightening with a grin as she's left running towards the place where her camera is set up, aiming it towards the other woman. "okay okay, i think we've got it now. you ready?"

her own makeup's already been fully done, by alice, no less! it's not nearly the same level that the other woman could do it as ; but that's the point. that it's not meant to be perfect! good enough is fine! and honestly, alice loves finding excuses to make content together, knowing ALL TOO WELL how insane it was to find time for the both of them to meet up at all in the first place, tongue running slick along her lower lip as she began to count down. "you're going to be absolutely fantastic, ms kostenko, in 3... 2... 1!" alice is running back into frame, already hyped and in position - and so, the song begins.

- @kostenkos

#❝ threads ❞ ┆ the revolution will be televised ! #❝ a. liddell ❞ ┆ interactions ┆ i wonder which way i ought to go ! #❝ a. liddell ❞ ┆ lost girlhood verse ┆ i'm afraid i can't explain myself ! #kostenkos

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@hedonst - bandit gets a starter !

moving, oh, moving's always been a BORE! alice, sweetly 17, and lost to the worst of impulse, she could feel the boredom swell within her, and with it, a desire to escape. there's too much that lingers when she pauses or stops, there's no room for that, she simply can't and won't! so out the window she goes, into a town that she knows poorly. but what did it matter when the purpose was to get lost to begin with?

she's not supposed to BE HERE….

it's so far gone from london, isn't it? rainy gray skies and tall walls all around. uniform skirts in wool that itched and her knees bruised as she hiked at the edges, regardless of the punishment later. but here? here is all open, all TOO EASY. wondering why they bothered to send her back, when she was boarded and away, almost all of the time. no collar, no chain… it's so foreign, so welcome. the main stretch of the road isn't far, met with peeling white sneakers, the girlish cut of a pleated skirt. she could go anywhere, couldn't she?

so why not the sketchy bar down the way, over the hill? there's groves and groves and she walks forever, but she doesn't care, even if the edges of tennis whites wear down. she hears it first. the people inside, the stomping, the sound, like screaming, like rage. like everything she's feeling when she's slipping through the door on the currency of a coy grin. how she's able to see through the smoke and the the smell of cheap beer, to a stage where she'll wind up against, arms cushioning her face with a smile, oh, and she could fall in love, couldn't she? with a feeling that this, the sound rumbling right through her body, at the center of the universe, beneath the GLARING lights right here.

the people road! and there it comes... and there steps someone there, onto the stage, with more to fill the wings to line up. it's all a play, a stage, WHAT A DREAM! and what comes next? who knows. she's all too ready to find out on her own.

- @hedonst

#❝ threads ❞ ┆ the revolution will be televised ! #❝ a. liddell ❞ ┆ interactions ┆ i wonder which way i ought to go ! #❝ a. liddell ❞ ┆ lost girlhood verse ┆ i'm afraid i can't explain myself ! #hedonst

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“I vote today to be a pajama day.” @ alice !

the random meme ( accepting ) + @amoriscustos // mina

“I vote today to be a pajama day.”

at first, alice doesn't even answer. there's a low moan, muffled from where the blonde's face pressed itself into her pillow, needing to have a LONG MOMENT so that she could lift her head, her smudged makeup lit with a lazy grin, all too coy, too content, a cheshire cat grin coiled like she'd earned this wake up, and adored this idea. the thought of having to get dressed... it certainly didn't appeal to her, not after she and the blonde had had a sleepover, impromptu, at her caravan after they'd gone a little bit too hard when out on the town, the girls swaying, arm in arm, as they made their way back at some untold hour of the early morning.

how they'd managed to strip from their going out clothes to their pjs? a bit of a mystery, if alice is being honest. but it's totally part of the fun of it, her head nodding but left to groan as a hangover knocked about within her skull, reaching out to pull at the covers to help hide her face again from the light of the day. above them, she had her skylight open to let in the fresh air... a WELCOME TREAT given how she was feeling right now. "i'm with you. i vote... that we eat cereal and watch a bad movie. are you in the mood for cheesy romance or campy horror?"

#amoriscustos #❝ a. liddell ❞ ┆ lost girlhood verse ┆ i'm afraid i can't explain myself ! #❝ a. liddell ❞ ┆ meme reply ┆ though she very seldem followed it !

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“i’m not jealous.” ( for alice )

the random meme ( accepting ) + @bandysnatched // bandit

alice is NO GOOD, and she'd be the first to declare it. she's spoiled and so used to the sweet affection that's fed right through her mouth. and bandit, oh bandit is someone who holds so much of that with her, half in, half out! what a terrible place to be with a girl so selfish and a boy so mixed up. but that's still, love, right? it's painted out over her tongue whenever they're together, and she's never been shy for any of the trips she'd make, between her favourite people. and whenever her nerve was struck or her ego rubbed raw in the worst way possible...

... out she runs, to whoever's arms will hold her. she's just awful like that, because she can't handle a second of that ache on her own, can she? her teeth bitign down against her bottom lip in POUTING PROTEST, which, she hears.... could be something that someone could love, too. alice, she wasn't even consistent in the hurt that stuck with her the most, or if she was fine, or what was up or down. with her, it seemed the rules of engagement were ever shifting and unfair, as tonight where they're coming back now, all of them, from a night on the town in some new place. alice having spent the night in the arms of some townie, who's eyes were stuck to her the whole time, who seemed surprised when she'd selected them, of all people, to dance with at that bar, the jukebox stuck on 70s rock on rotation.

“i’m not jealous.”

her shoes dig into the gravel. it's the first thing he says to her, as they're making their way back. and her gaze drifts over to him, the slump in his shoulders, that prickly hiss in his tone. and oh, how she smiles, which is the worst thing about it, alice suddenly draping herself around them from behind, arms linked loosely about their waist. "i'm sorry~" her voice chirped, SWEET AND APOLOGETIC. "i should have had you up there. next time, okay? and since you're not jealous, will you spend the night? i'd really love your company."

#bandysnatched #❝ a. liddell ❞ ┆ lost girlhood verse ┆ i'm afraid i can't explain myself ! #❝ a. liddell ❞ ┆ meme reply ┆ though she very seldem followed it !

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“Shooting star, make a wish.” - cc/chmerical @ alice !

the random meme ( accepting ) + @chmerical // cc

she asks cc if they want to do mushrooms and watch the stars from her roof. it's not a special occasion or anything - she just wanted to be around them. she's always oh-so-curious about the way that they seemed to always be full of puzzles, mischief, and fun, never able to predict what they could pull not next. maybe it's the mystery that's part of the overall UNDENIABLE ALLURE they have over her, like a spell cast, like the heart meeting a match.

with red-flushed cheeks, she'll invite them over, how they climb up and onto the roof off of the bed that's been made, all around them, dripping in lace, mesh, the prettier, feminine touches of her space that left it oh-so-ecclectically cluttered. they magic themselves up through that rabbit hole and onto the roof, splitting what tastes terrible with a promise that there were BETTER THINGS to come, heads back, hands held, alice could swear, she could see the universe cracking itself in half...

“Shooting star, make a wish.”

a wish...? what could she wish for, when EVERYTHING that she could ever want was here? her lips quirk into a grin, and her gaze peels easily from the sky, to them, shrugging her shoulders, almost carelessly, despite the love that painted itself within her blue-lensed gaze. "i wish we could keep meeting. in this lifetime, and every one afterwards. i think i could stand the idea of being without you... so. that's what i wish for. what about you~ something fun?" how she'd twist a knife, and smile for it, all too happily asking something inane as if she hadn't done the thing in the first place. "ooo, catnip to settle pringle's terrible attitude lately? what a responsible ringmaster~"

#chmerical #❝ a. liddell ❞ ┆ lost girlhood verse ┆ i'm afraid i can't explain myself ! #❝ a. liddell ❞ ┆ meme reply ┆ though she very seldem followed it !